Friday, April 10, 2009

Decisions, Decisions

We had some scary weather tonight in North Georgia!

Fidel and the kids are visiting his family this week, so it's just me and the dogs. The dogs and I were parked on the couch tonight watching the local weatherman jizz his pants over the strong thunderstorms in the area, and it looked like I was going to have to retreat to the basement while the house blew down around me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be down there empty handed, so while the winds blew and the clouds spit hail, I debated on taking either wine or chocolate to nourish me until the worst was over. A true alcoholic would have never debated as long as I did between wine and chocolate, so in the heat of the summer when I'm in the months-long vodka fog, I can look back on this and assure myself that I am, in fact, not an alcoholic. Just a fan of vodka, lemons and mint. And so flighty in the brain that I can stand in the kitchen and lose track of my thoughts, even with threatened with certain peril from the sky. Gifted with dropping run-on sentences and fragments in the same, disjointed paragraph. Drugged enough that I don't give a shit.

Life is good. And I chose chocolate.


Mom O Matic said...

Good choice!

Unknown said...

Oh Jenn, you are the master! Keep 'em coming! LOL

Wife Goes On said...

So glad to hear from you again - you are a riot! Thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

I seriously miss your blog. I wish you would come back. I am rethinking all the blogs I read and which ones I truly enjoy and half of them are lame and fake.
But not yours...why won't you come back? Did a tornado blow you out of town? is that where you are?

A long lost, lonely fan.... Me